I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 375

"Dr. Rhodes, it's been a while. I saw your recent post. Are you studying for the exams too?"

Sasha leaned against her leather seat, her tone dripping with warm concern, sounding exactly like a friend catching up.

Whatever the response was on the other end, her lips curled into a predatory smile.

"Perfect. Let's meet up and chat."

Ending the call, she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, the vicious smile firmly planted on her face.

Dr. Clara Rhodes was an alumnus from her university, several years her senior.

They had met at a networking event a while back and were merely acquaintances.

But Sasha followed her social media and knew exactly how much hatred Clara harbored toward Sienna after being publicly fired from Mercy International Hospital because of her.

Someone like Clara didn't need to be told what to do. She just needed to know that Sienna was competing for the exact same position. Clara's jealousy would take care of the rest.

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Sienna was busier than ever.

The notes Finn had given her were pure gold. They contained insights that would have taken previous candidates months to compile.

Armed with the material, her progress skyrocketed.

But time was still mercilessly tight.

She woke up at 5:30 AM every morning, powering through a mock exam before even touching breakfast. At noon, she allowed herself a fifteen-minute power nap at her desk.

Her bed was mere feet away, but she refused to lie down during daylight hours.

By 11:00 PM, she put her pens away.

As a doctor, she knew the severe consequences of physical burnout and refused to pull all-nighters that would wreck her health.

Days bled into weeks amidst the endless turning of pages. Soon, an entire month had slipped by.

One afternoon, Sienna spotted a glaring discrepancy between two sections in the notes.

She snapped a photo and texted it to Finn.

There are two conflicting points in the senior's notes here. Do you have the original copy?

After hitting send, she immediately returned to her practice problems.

She didn't even realize how incredibly natural it felt to reach out to him.

Just over a month ago, Finn had been blocked on every platform.

"Mr. Fletcher, about the projections..." a senior board member ventured cautiously.

The room was packed with the company's elite, all of them waiting on his word.

Finn frowned, sweeping a cold gaze across the executives.

"Excuse me. I need to take a call."

With that, he stood up.

The room fell into a state of collective shock.

Lance stared at Finn in utter disbelief.

He couldn't fathom what on earth could possibly be more important than this quarter's financial strategy.

"Finn!" Lance hissed, trying to stop him.

But Finn was already out the door, walking with urgent strides.

Lance stood there awkwardly, glancing around the room.

The directors exchanged baffled looks. The CFO was frozen mid-sentence at the climax of his report.